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Hello!? Is anyone there?? Knock if you want in!   ** Image ID #1975123 Unavailable ** ~~Image #1500358 Sharing Restricted~~ ** Image ID #1646857 Unavailable **  This blog contains only items derived from specific prompts. I'm too stubborn to take the time to post the prompt that the entry is based on. So if you don't understand whats going on - well, I dunno - I guess that just means you don't understand. I would also like to invite you to take a look at my other blog:
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When I look at the moon on a very dark night, I see The Cheesy Man, with flaming green hair, (yes, flames can be green), walking the path with me, lighting my way. "No reason to fear, when I am here, I'll light your way any old day", sparkles the man, with strings of cheese in his beard. He's a comfort. On those days when the moon is out during the daylight hours, I think he sleeps. Sometimes I try to predict the future. I tell stories about my imaginary future to my confidant, the man in the moon. He seems more receptive to my ideas during the day when he sleeps. But then at night! We walk hand in hand across the land - Creating as we wander. The flames leading us on! |
| Happy Mother's Day to all you mothers! I don't feel like writing anything new today. I decided to post something from my port about mothers. This was all I could find.
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There are many ways to make a connection with the earth. I have tried as many as I could think of, short of being buried, either dead or alive. I have often sat on the ground and run my fingers through the grass, or weeds, or whatever else I found next to my hand. I even know an earthy, (euphemism for dirty), old man who lets people run their fingers through his hair!  I have faced many crossroads in life. Paths and trails. Streets and roads. Cris-crossing and intertwining. Sometimes helter-skelter. I always choose the right direction. I mean the correct direction. I sometimes get my left and right mixed up. I try to make up my mind which way to go. Sometimes I decide to go right, but then change my mind, then I have to figure out which direction is left.  Usually, if I'm walking north, I turn left, right if I'm headed south.  I love museums. Tues. I'm leaving for D.C. to spend 5 days exploring the Smithsonian. I go there often but not in the last few years. Anyone know of any exciting places to see in the D.C. area? |
| I'll be leaving for a place without computers in a bit, until tomorrow evening. So, my blog today will be short and sweet. I hope it will be sweet. Feel free to taste it. A spring without a winter is not necessarily more pleasant. But, you will find that a winter without a spring is much colder. People should get in the habit of looking at time from both directions. Lie on your back, under a clear-cloudy sky on a warm spring day. Look at the clouds as they march across the heavens. In all directions. Watch all of reality evolve. Morphing in every direction. |
| I figured out how to fix My first blog. So I'm going to try to use it again. Seems to work. "As The Smoke Rises Over The Dream - I'm Still Guilty."  "TRUE INTER-TWININGS" Now the two entries that were in my new blog re in my old blog. Whew! *face* |
| Of all the flowers I have ever smelled, the ones I am smelling right now have the most pleasing scent. I'm an existentialist. Momentary experience is reality at the moment. Yesterday the love of my life brought in a bouquet of freshly cut peonies and put them on my desk. The smell, if you know the aroma of peonies, is faint, but now they remind me of her, so exquisite. I would never want a whole garden of peonies, or any other scent. I crave diversity. Diversity in life, love and aroma. Is heartbreak how we mature? What do you mean by maturity? I'm skeptical. I have aged, but have I matured. My heart has been broken, but has it made me older or younger, smart or ignorant, childish or senile? How many things can break a heart? The diversity of heartbreak rivals the diversity of flowers. All flowers die, but most bloom again in the spring. |
| A Letter Of Two Prompts My Darling, I crouch in this inferno thinking of you. Dreaming of your love. Dreaming of my love. Dreaming of you. I want so to be in your arms, to be whole again. I see the dismembered bodies around me, the hearts ripped from the physical bodies, the emotional hearts ripped from the souls. This war is now my life. This is who I am. I hear the shells screeching overhead, feel the shuddering earth as they explode nearby. I must try so hard to acquit myself in a noble manner in this outrageous war, a war of great tragedy and foul corruption. I shouldn't allow myself to think of you, to dream my dreams of love - but I can't help myself. I can't allow tragedy to swindle me out of time with you, even if the time is only in my imagination. My mind rushes back to the summer when we were last together. Sitting in the garden drinking wine from those fluted wine glasses. Remember? Oh my Darling! My mind can't stay away from this heartless war! The red of the wine has become blood spilling from the hearts around me. Love and blood pouring from all the broken hearts. I love you........ |
| A re-visitation of nihilism. No one can tell me my opinion is wrong. For me my opinions are truly my opinions. True. If I truly believe that nothing exists, or that no meaning exists, if that's my opinion, no one can say that it is not my opinion. (Actually I believe that EVERYTHING exists, relatively) No one can prove to me that what I know to be true is not true. These ideas made me wonder about the nature of reality. I don't believe in God. I wondered why some people are so sure that God exists. I must give them the same benefit of the doubt that I give myself, so, I must assume that for them, God DOES exist. Reality must be explained in such a way that for them God does exist, while for me God does not exist. Some might say it is just a mater of definitions, and definition does play a part, but only a part. For us, sentient beings, mind is the controller of reality. But that does not mean a universe without mind is not part of reality. Cogito ergo sum. I create myself. I look at reality from every direction I can. Nihilism is cancellation. Nihilism is lack of meaning. But as I learned, my opinion is true relatively to me, as yours is to you. I do though relish discussions that might change my mind. In my reality everything is true relatively to something else. The biggest fool there is, is the person who thinks ANYTHING is ABSOLUTELY true. I think I'll make that my definition of narrow-mindedness! Paradox Rules!! |
Spending the night in El Paso and flying back to NC tomorrow. Anxious to review some things and anxious to post some previously written items. If anybody wants me to review anything, please let me know.  |
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